Gentle readers,
As though the last several months of medical woes haven't aged me enough, tonight I received proof positive that I'm old.
While at the local filling station fueling my car, two young women - I'd say in the area of 18 give or take emerged from their car. It was about 19 degrees out. One of these girls was clad only in jeans and a white tank top. The young lady was fairly easy on the eye, but all I could think of was "Where is your coat, sweetie?"
So, there you have it. Please hand me my counted cross-stitch and a rocking chair.
Random Musing Item: Scarlett Johannsen has revealed (jokingly) that she is engaged to Barrack Obama. If Senator Obama can convince Ms. Johannsen to marry him, no wonder he's doing so well!
Friday, February 29, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Are you a Super Hero?
Gentle readers,
I'm proud to say that Daughter has recently expressed an interest in super heroes and more specifically Spiderman. I have the Marvel Comics Encylopedia and she loves going through it with me and pointing out all the Spiderman pictures. Important to remember here that I'm a big geek and Spiderman comics were a big part of my childhood. That Daughter shares that interest with me is very special.
This morning, after having gone through the book earlier, she was talking about Spiderman at breakfast. "Spiderman is the biggest and the strongest and he wears blue and a spider bit him..." and on and on. I said Spiderman has big muscles just like Mutti and she explained that she was big and strong too.
So, I asked her, "Are you a Super Hero?" Without missing a beat, she looked at me and said "I can't tell yet." And the undertone was, "Oh you foolish woman! I'm like three! Most super heroes don't become aware of their powers until high school at least! Don't I know anything at all about heroes?"
I love that her answer wasn't an immediate "No." So, she may turn out to be a Super Hero one day. It's just too soon to tell right now is all. I love her.
Random Musing Item: I know this has been asked before, but what kind of critter is Goofy?
I'm proud to say that Daughter has recently expressed an interest in super heroes and more specifically Spiderman. I have the Marvel Comics Encylopedia and she loves going through it with me and pointing out all the Spiderman pictures. Important to remember here that I'm a big geek and Spiderman comics were a big part of my childhood. That Daughter shares that interest with me is very special.
This morning, after having gone through the book earlier, she was talking about Spiderman at breakfast. "Spiderman is the biggest and the strongest and he wears blue and a spider bit him..." and on and on. I said Spiderman has big muscles just like Mutti and she explained that she was big and strong too.
So, I asked her, "Are you a Super Hero?" Without missing a beat, she looked at me and said "I can't tell yet." And the undertone was, "Oh you foolish woman! I'm like three! Most super heroes don't become aware of their powers until high school at least! Don't I know anything at all about heroes?"
I love that her answer wasn't an immediate "No." So, she may turn out to be a Super Hero one day. It's just too soon to tell right now is all. I love her.
Random Musing Item: I know this has been asked before, but what kind of critter is Goofy?
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Ya gotta have friends
Gentle readers,
I love my friends. I think I'm a good friend. I'm a loyal, do anything for you, shirt-off-my-back kind of friend. And like speaks to like, so I've got loyal do anything for you, shirt-off-their-back friends.
I'd like to talk about one friend in particular. This friend has been a real friend for almost 18 years now. The years have had ups and downs and twists and turns and yet, through it all, there we were and here we still are. The latest chapter involves her diagnosis of breast cancer and my own recent health hurdles. Since we had sychronized illnesses, I haven't been able to be there for her like I'd like.
The last couple days, as I have begun to feel a little more like myself, I have been able to do a little bit more on her behalf. She's got a compromised immune system, can't be in public and has some weird food aversions/cravings as a result of her therapies. We were instant messaging each other late one afternoon when she said she was having a specific craving. "No trouble." say I casually. "I'll run to the store and pick up those three items and drop them off." The store is like a block away and Friend lives less than ten minutes away. She protested and said it was silly and she'd make it work with what she had. After a bit of convincing, she gives in and even admits that she was glad I'd insisted.
Now, I am so incredibly stoked to be able to help. I'm feeling awesome about myself and that my level of usefulness to those who hold me dear is starting to return. I have three items to pick up at the store for Friend and what the hell, I'll also toss in a bouquet of flowers to help cheer her. I'll be to the store, her house and back in roughly half an hour. I put on my boots, my scarf and coat and head out the door. I close the door, smiling broadly. See, if we really want to analyze it, I think this is pricisely when things went sideways. I smiled. I was Super Mutti again, able to come the aid of my friends. (This same friend is one who once called me in the middle of the night to help with a bat situation.) It was fleeting, but still one of the highlights of the last few months. Fleeting, you say? Yes, because in the instant that the door closed and I heard the lock catch, it occurred to me that me keys weren't in my coat pocket at all. No, no. They were hanging from the key hook. Drat! (and a few other expletives that I'll let you imagine to keep things here in blogsville PG-13)
I phone Partner. She's a half hour away moving furniture at her parents house. So, I call Friend. Friend says "Hi?" I explain the situation and then we enjoy a few moments of hysterics because at the end of the day, it's pretty freakin' funny. It's also pretty freakin' cold. Friend will drive over, hand me the key, I'll run to the store and drive the groceries to her. Friend arrives and explains that that's insane and she'll drive me to the store, wait for me (it's only three things) then take me home and go home with the groceries.
The list was simple and short: spaghetti sauce, coffee and wine coolers. Now, as Friend is having aversions/cravings there are very specific varieties of each that are required. If you're a regular reader, you know that I'm no good at grocery shopping, but again...I'm willing to do what it takes to help Friend. I grab some flowers on the way in. I locate the sauces and with minimal searching find the sauce required. I go to the coffee aisle and spend several minutes confirming the fact that the required variety is no where to be had.
I'll think on it and head to wine coolers, which by the way, aren't near the beer...they are near the wine. Now, the requirement was original plain wine coolers. I didn't think that would be asking for the sun, moon, stars and a wormhole in a 4-pack, but it was. They've got everything you can imagine. Margarita, pina colada, berry, fuzzy navel, passion fruit, even one called apple-icious (no foolin')...nothing plain.
As I'm considering which bottle of fuzzberry passion colada cooler will be least likely to make Friend cry or barf, my cell phone rings. "Hello. What are you doing in there?" "Well, there's been a few snags." say I to Friend. I explain. Friend talks me through finding another suitable coffee and we decide we'll take our cooler-quest elsewhere. I checkout and make way back to Friend's car.
We have another moment of hysterics while we discuss that this is just exactly the sort of thing that happens to us. We should never ever again assume that anything will happen normally for us, not even a quick trip to the grocery store.
Two stores later, we are no closer to finding plain wine coolers. We head back to the first store to pick up something that we hope will suit. We were at this, start to finish, about two hours which is more activity than either was planning and exhausting for Friend. It was fun to be able to make a memory with Friend again. We'll file this one somewhere between the bat, my station wagon filled with my worldly possessions stuck on railroad tracks with a train coming and searching for my cat in the middle of the night in a bathrobe and Etienne Aigner shoes.
Random Musing Item: What happens to humans when they drive past cows in a field that makes us want to moo at them?
I love my friends. I think I'm a good friend. I'm a loyal, do anything for you, shirt-off-my-back kind of friend. And like speaks to like, so I've got loyal do anything for you, shirt-off-their-back friends.
I'd like to talk about one friend in particular. This friend has been a real friend for almost 18 years now. The years have had ups and downs and twists and turns and yet, through it all, there we were and here we still are. The latest chapter involves her diagnosis of breast cancer and my own recent health hurdles. Since we had sychronized illnesses, I haven't been able to be there for her like I'd like.
The last couple days, as I have begun to feel a little more like myself, I have been able to do a little bit more on her behalf. She's got a compromised immune system, can't be in public and has some weird food aversions/cravings as a result of her therapies. We were instant messaging each other late one afternoon when she said she was having a specific craving. "No trouble." say I casually. "I'll run to the store and pick up those three items and drop them off." The store is like a block away and Friend lives less than ten minutes away. She protested and said it was silly and she'd make it work with what she had. After a bit of convincing, she gives in and even admits that she was glad I'd insisted.
Now, I am so incredibly stoked to be able to help. I'm feeling awesome about myself and that my level of usefulness to those who hold me dear is starting to return. I have three items to pick up at the store for Friend and what the hell, I'll also toss in a bouquet of flowers to help cheer her. I'll be to the store, her house and back in roughly half an hour. I put on my boots, my scarf and coat and head out the door. I close the door, smiling broadly. See, if we really want to analyze it, I think this is pricisely when things went sideways. I smiled. I was Super Mutti again, able to come the aid of my friends. (This same friend is one who once called me in the middle of the night to help with a bat situation.) It was fleeting, but still one of the highlights of the last few months. Fleeting, you say? Yes, because in the instant that the door closed and I heard the lock catch, it occurred to me that me keys weren't in my coat pocket at all. No, no. They were hanging from the key hook. Drat! (and a few other expletives that I'll let you imagine to keep things here in blogsville PG-13)
I phone Partner. She's a half hour away moving furniture at her parents house. So, I call Friend. Friend says "Hi?" I explain the situation and then we enjoy a few moments of hysterics because at the end of the day, it's pretty freakin' funny. It's also pretty freakin' cold. Friend will drive over, hand me the key, I'll run to the store and drive the groceries to her. Friend arrives and explains that that's insane and she'll drive me to the store, wait for me (it's only three things) then take me home and go home with the groceries.
The list was simple and short: spaghetti sauce, coffee and wine coolers. Now, as Friend is having aversions/cravings there are very specific varieties of each that are required. If you're a regular reader, you know that I'm no good at grocery shopping, but again...I'm willing to do what it takes to help Friend. I grab some flowers on the way in. I locate the sauces and with minimal searching find the sauce required. I go to the coffee aisle and spend several minutes confirming the fact that the required variety is no where to be had.
I'll think on it and head to wine coolers, which by the way, aren't near the beer...they are near the wine. Now, the requirement was original plain wine coolers. I didn't think that would be asking for the sun, moon, stars and a wormhole in a 4-pack, but it was. They've got everything you can imagine. Margarita, pina colada, berry, fuzzy navel, passion fruit, even one called apple-icious (no foolin')...nothing plain.
As I'm considering which bottle of fuzzberry passion colada cooler will be least likely to make Friend cry or barf, my cell phone rings. "Hello. What are you doing in there?" "Well, there's been a few snags." say I to Friend. I explain. Friend talks me through finding another suitable coffee and we decide we'll take our cooler-quest elsewhere. I checkout and make way back to Friend's car.
We have another moment of hysterics while we discuss that this is just exactly the sort of thing that happens to us. We should never ever again assume that anything will happen normally for us, not even a quick trip to the grocery store.
Two stores later, we are no closer to finding plain wine coolers. We head back to the first store to pick up something that we hope will suit. We were at this, start to finish, about two hours which is more activity than either was planning and exhausting for Friend. It was fun to be able to make a memory with Friend again. We'll file this one somewhere between the bat, my station wagon filled with my worldly possessions stuck on railroad tracks with a train coming and searching for my cat in the middle of the night in a bathrobe and Etienne Aigner shoes.
Random Musing Item: What happens to humans when they drive past cows in a field that makes us want to moo at them?
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Bruce! Don't bring me down. Bruce!
Gentle readers,
So I was reading People magazine the other day. It's not mine. I only read it for the pictures. Stop judging me!!! Anywhooo, I came across an article featuring support for Tom Cruise and his recent YouTube broadcasted rant on Scientology. The gist was that we all ought to stop ganging up on poor Tom.
Among those who had a comment quoted was Bruce Willis. Now, don't get me wrong, I like Bruce Willis as an actor. I've watched all his stuff...he was cool as Addison in Moonlighting, he yippee-kai-yay mudder f&*kered's his way through the Die Hard series, and seems like he's not a bad guy. I don't agree with his politics, but it's a free country. He gets to date hot chicks half his age and I don't, maybe I'm just jealous. But I digress.
Now, I know that People isn't always accurate in their quotes, but the quote creditted to Mr. Willis that made the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up was the following: "There is no excuse for the ridicule that is being shown to Tom Cruise in the media because of his faith. Mr. Cruise deserves and is entitled to the same religious tolerance that is afforded every other religion on earth."
Now, at first blush, that seems very articulate. Good use of big words. Might through a few folks off the scent. Guess what? You can still make yourself seem ignorant while using flowery language. After reading it, I reread it. Then I cringed. Then I laughed. Then I said outloud, "What the hell republican paradise are living in where every religion is afforded tolerance?" More oppression, more war, more death has been caused on earth by religious intolerance than any other reason. How can you even make a sentence like that and say it outloud in front of other people??? You mean the same religious tolerance that's afforded Muslims? Barack Obama isn't a Muslim, but the mere hint that he might be sent a ripple through the world. It's now front and center on his webpage that he's NOT a Muslim...never has been. Jehovah's Witnesses are NEVER ridiculed, right? Hah! In this country, pretty much, unless you're Catholic, Protestant or Jewish...your religion is viewed with an upraised eyebrow.
How about Wiccan's? It's true, you don't usually see celebrity witches preaching their flavor of Paganism on YouTube, but what if suddenly Scarlett Johannsen did. (disclaimer: I have no idea what religion Ms. Johannsen is, this is for the sake of example only) We'd all find it odd. Some would be louder than others about it. Some would be cruel. Some wouldn't care. Some would be glad to have such a hottie amongst their ranks and singing the praises of their religion.
Yes, Bruce, Tom Cruise was afforded the same treatment others would get and have gotten when preaching their religion agressively . The same treatment afforded other non-mainstream religions. Is it right? Nope, but unfortunately for now, it's the world we live in. Although I'd like to live on the earth Bruce described. Sounds nice there.
Random Musing Item: How can the phrase "wind up" mean totally opposite things depending on context. When you wind up a watch or a clock or a person you're starting them...revving them up. When you "wind up" a blog post or "wind up" some place unexpected, it refers to an ending. Weird.
So I was reading People magazine the other day. It's not mine. I only read it for the pictures. Stop judging me!!! Anywhooo, I came across an article featuring support for Tom Cruise and his recent YouTube broadcasted rant on Scientology. The gist was that we all ought to stop ganging up on poor Tom.
Among those who had a comment quoted was Bruce Willis. Now, don't get me wrong, I like Bruce Willis as an actor. I've watched all his stuff...he was cool as Addison in Moonlighting, he yippee-kai-yay mudder f&*kered's his way through the Die Hard series, and seems like he's not a bad guy. I don't agree with his politics, but it's a free country. He gets to date hot chicks half his age and I don't, maybe I'm just jealous. But I digress.
Now, I know that People isn't always accurate in their quotes, but the quote creditted to Mr. Willis that made the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up was the following: "There is no excuse for the ridicule that is being shown to Tom Cruise in the media because of his faith. Mr. Cruise deserves and is entitled to the same religious tolerance that is afforded every other religion on earth."
Now, at first blush, that seems very articulate. Good use of big words. Might through a few folks off the scent. Guess what? You can still make yourself seem ignorant while using flowery language. After reading it, I reread it. Then I cringed. Then I laughed. Then I said outloud, "What the hell republican paradise are living in where every religion is afforded tolerance?" More oppression, more war, more death has been caused on earth by religious intolerance than any other reason. How can you even make a sentence like that and say it outloud in front of other people??? You mean the same religious tolerance that's afforded Muslims? Barack Obama isn't a Muslim, but the mere hint that he might be sent a ripple through the world. It's now front and center on his webpage that he's NOT a Muslim...never has been. Jehovah's Witnesses are NEVER ridiculed, right? Hah! In this country, pretty much, unless you're Catholic, Protestant or Jewish...your religion is viewed with an upraised eyebrow.
How about Wiccan's? It's true, you don't usually see celebrity witches preaching their flavor of Paganism on YouTube, but what if suddenly Scarlett Johannsen did. (disclaimer: I have no idea what religion Ms. Johannsen is, this is for the sake of example only) We'd all find it odd. Some would be louder than others about it. Some would be cruel. Some wouldn't care. Some would be glad to have such a hottie amongst their ranks and singing the praises of their religion.
Yes, Bruce, Tom Cruise was afforded the same treatment others would get and have gotten when preaching their religion agressively . The same treatment afforded other non-mainstream religions. Is it right? Nope, but unfortunately for now, it's the world we live in. Although I'd like to live on the earth Bruce described. Sounds nice there.
Random Musing Item: How can the phrase "wind up" mean totally opposite things depending on context. When you wind up a watch or a clock or a person you're starting them...revving them up. When you "wind up" a blog post or "wind up" some place unexpected, it refers to an ending. Weird.
Monday, February 11, 2008
F is for...
Gentle readers,
F is for frog, according to daughter's alphabet puzzle. For a window of time this afternoon, the letter F was missing from said puzzle. Then F was for frantic and fretting and frustration. F is also for fed-up and fatigued and freaking out. Which describes me the past couple days as a sinus infection lays seige. F is also for Florida, who I hope gets their delegate situation squared away in time to help Hillary win the nomination. F is for friend one of whom is also having a tough day today. F is also for food...mac-n-cheese and kielbasa for dinner. F is also for Freida...may we'll watch that tonight. F is also for freaking awesome when F was found by Partner.
Random Musing Item: It's crazy how many words start with the letter F. Good luck and Godspeed...fellow freaks!
F is for frog, according to daughter's alphabet puzzle. For a window of time this afternoon, the letter F was missing from said puzzle. Then F was for frantic and fretting and frustration. F is also for fed-up and fatigued and freaking out. Which describes me the past couple days as a sinus infection lays seige. F is also for Florida, who I hope gets their delegate situation squared away in time to help Hillary win the nomination. F is for friend one of whom is also having a tough day today. F is also for food...mac-n-cheese and kielbasa for dinner. F is also for Freida...may we'll watch that tonight. F is also for freaking awesome when F was found by Partner.
Random Musing Item: It's crazy how many words start with the letter F. Good luck and Godspeed...fellow freaks!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
It's hard out here for a pimp...
Gentle readers,
So, now I've heard everything. A major network has accused Mrs. Clinton of "pimping out" her daughter Chelsea to draw the youth vote. Now, honestly, have you ever heard anything more ridiculous in your life? Firstly, Chelsea is a grown woman who has obviously decided she believes enough in her mother to campaign for her. Good for her. Now, unlike certain other first daughters, Chelsea was quiet and despite spending some awkwardly formative years very much in the public eye, has grown in to an articulate young woman. Chelsea had the unenviable position of going through puberty in the public eye. During a period in a girl's life when our bodies are changing and you're all knees and elbows and let's face it not many of us were sexy at 14, she got regularly insulted about her looks. Did she turn to drugs, alcohol or even develop an eating disorder? Nope. She went to school, studied hard and stayed out of trouble...and out of the papers. I admire Chelsea Clinton as much as I admire her parents. She's a strong, well adjusted woman and the formula is two strong well adjusted parents and good role models.
I ask you this, if Chelsea had not campaigned on her mother's behalf, the good folks at Fox News would have asked where the heck she was. Did she not believe in dear old Mom? And as for Chelsea's looks, frankly, she's not drop dead gorgeous but she's not butt ugly either. If I had to spend an evening with either Miss Clinton or Miss Hilton, I pick Miss Clinton every time. Smart chicks are hot.
I look forward to having Chelsea as first-daughter again soon. I'm WYM and I approved this message.
Random Musing Item: Why must each political ad end that way? I don't care who you are or that you approved of the message. I stopped listening as soon as I realized it was a political ad. I can read and form my own opinion without watching you pet puppies and kiss babies and tell me that we need to build a big wall on our borders.
So, now I've heard everything. A major network has accused Mrs. Clinton of "pimping out" her daughter Chelsea to draw the youth vote. Now, honestly, have you ever heard anything more ridiculous in your life? Firstly, Chelsea is a grown woman who has obviously decided she believes enough in her mother to campaign for her. Good for her. Now, unlike certain other first daughters, Chelsea was quiet and despite spending some awkwardly formative years very much in the public eye, has grown in to an articulate young woman. Chelsea had the unenviable position of going through puberty in the public eye. During a period in a girl's life when our bodies are changing and you're all knees and elbows and let's face it not many of us were sexy at 14, she got regularly insulted about her looks. Did she turn to drugs, alcohol or even develop an eating disorder? Nope. She went to school, studied hard and stayed out of trouble...and out of the papers. I admire Chelsea Clinton as much as I admire her parents. She's a strong, well adjusted woman and the formula is two strong well adjusted parents and good role models.
I ask you this, if Chelsea had not campaigned on her mother's behalf, the good folks at Fox News would have asked where the heck she was. Did she not believe in dear old Mom? And as for Chelsea's looks, frankly, she's not drop dead gorgeous but she's not butt ugly either. If I had to spend an evening with either Miss Clinton or Miss Hilton, I pick Miss Clinton every time. Smart chicks are hot.
I look forward to having Chelsea as first-daughter again soon. I'm WYM and I approved this message.
Random Musing Item: Why must each political ad end that way? I don't care who you are or that you approved of the message. I stopped listening as soon as I realized it was a political ad. I can read and form my own opinion without watching you pet puppies and kiss babies and tell me that we need to build a big wall on our borders.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
No breaks and no brakes
Gentle readers,
It's a little like this. Last night the truck o'doom kicked and coughed until the ABS light came on and it died. Baby Momma was driving it on the way home from LL Bean. She had the night off and was supposed to be relaxing, but alas AAA was called, the truck was towed and our woes continue ad neauseum.
It's getting harder to stare in to the glass which has only a couple drops left in it and see it as half full. Half full is my nature. How ever, nuture is attempting to beat it out of me.
Random musing item: Who will win in the classic battle of nature vs nuture? If I had any money, I'd put $5 on...well, what difference?
It's a little like this. Last night the truck o'doom kicked and coughed until the ABS light came on and it died. Baby Momma was driving it on the way home from LL Bean. She had the night off and was supposed to be relaxing, but alas AAA was called, the truck was towed and our woes continue ad neauseum.
It's getting harder to stare in to the glass which has only a couple drops left in it and see it as half full. Half full is my nature. How ever, nuture is attempting to beat it out of me.
Random musing item: Who will win in the classic battle of nature vs nuture? If I had any money, I'd put $5 on...well, what difference?
Monday, February 4, 2008
Name calling
Gentle readers,
This past weekend I learned a new word. It both concerned and confused me. The word was "pansexual". Pansexual? I looked it up. It means someone who is attracted to people regardless of gender identity or biological sex. Great. That's just what we need. Another category. Another box in which to fit people.
I'll explain. In my lifetime alone, here's how things have changed. When I was a child and young adult I knew that if someone was "gay" they were a homosexual...a man who liked men or a woman who like women. Shortly after that, I learned that gay, although used generically was technically a boys-only phrase. Girls who like girls were called lesbians...although this word was very hard for people to say out in the open until the mid-80's.
Then, alas, enter the bisexual. A bisexual person was a person who liked both men and women. So there we were. "Normal" (I was raised Catholic), gay, lesbian and bisexual. If you couldn't fit yourself in to one of those categories...you could probably at least fake it.
Now the 90's come along and ta da...we now have a category for our transgendered and transexual community. Transgendered refers to a person's gender identity. A transgendered person may be straight, gay, lesbian, bisexual or any number of categories that would come along later. A transexual is usually someone who has physically altered themselves through surgery. I'll say right now that I apologize if my understanding of any of these categories is not correct...this is just my understanding and I'm willing to learn.
Ok, good-bye 20th century! Hello 21st Century...the Century of Categories!!!
So, now, we arrive at the metrosexual. Metrosexuals are straight men who put product in their hair and concern themselves with their appearance. Now we've got pansexuals, polysexuals (I'm not making this up) or even asexuals if you like.
I mean no offense to anyone who identifies themselves in any of these categories. My issue is with the society who has forced us to create these boxes. Why can't we just love who we love without fear of judgement or consequence? We'll have a lot fewer politicians stomping their feet in men's room stalls if we could just shake ourselves of our Puritanical roots.
So, here's a few more categories that I thought we could add.
panorama-sexual - someone who'll sleep with whoever's around. I went to college with many of these
omnipo-impotent - an older gentlemen who's prescription for Viagra has him so ready for action that he'll sleep with all things...animal, vegetable or mineral
Inter-sexual - someone who sleeps with people they met over the internet
Transcend-sexual - someone who has sex while reading Ralph Waldo Emerson poems
So, that was my lesson. We'll keep adding boxes until there's only three people in each box. I'll ask it again. Can we just please all love who we love without question?
Daily Random Musing Item: How is it that we wound up with the heart shape that we all know...the one we'll soon be buying chocolates in the shape of etc.? Obviously chocolate in the shape of the human heart would gross me out. Just wondering.
This past weekend I learned a new word. It both concerned and confused me. The word was "pansexual". Pansexual? I looked it up. It means someone who is attracted to people regardless of gender identity or biological sex. Great. That's just what we need. Another category. Another box in which to fit people.
I'll explain. In my lifetime alone, here's how things have changed. When I was a child and young adult I knew that if someone was "gay" they were a homosexual...a man who liked men or a woman who like women. Shortly after that, I learned that gay, although used generically was technically a boys-only phrase. Girls who like girls were called lesbians...although this word was very hard for people to say out in the open until the mid-80's.
Then, alas, enter the bisexual. A bisexual person was a person who liked both men and women. So there we were. "Normal" (I was raised Catholic), gay, lesbian and bisexual. If you couldn't fit yourself in to one of those categories...you could probably at least fake it.
Now the 90's come along and ta da...we now have a category for our transgendered and transexual community. Transgendered refers to a person's gender identity. A transgendered person may be straight, gay, lesbian, bisexual or any number of categories that would come along later. A transexual is usually someone who has physically altered themselves through surgery. I'll say right now that I apologize if my understanding of any of these categories is not correct...this is just my understanding and I'm willing to learn.
Ok, good-bye 20th century! Hello 21st Century...the Century of Categories!!!
So, now, we arrive at the metrosexual. Metrosexuals are straight men who put product in their hair and concern themselves with their appearance. Now we've got pansexuals, polysexuals (I'm not making this up) or even asexuals if you like.
I mean no offense to anyone who identifies themselves in any of these categories. My issue is with the society who has forced us to create these boxes. Why can't we just love who we love without fear of judgement or consequence? We'll have a lot fewer politicians stomping their feet in men's room stalls if we could just shake ourselves of our Puritanical roots.
So, here's a few more categories that I thought we could add.
panorama-sexual - someone who'll sleep with whoever's around. I went to college with many of these
omnipo-impotent - an older gentlemen who's prescription for Viagra has him so ready for action that he'll sleep with all things...animal, vegetable or mineral
Inter-sexual - someone who sleeps with people they met over the internet
Transcend-sexual - someone who has sex while reading Ralph Waldo Emerson poems
So, that was my lesson. We'll keep adding boxes until there's only three people in each box. I'll ask it again. Can we just please all love who we love without question?
Daily Random Musing Item: How is it that we wound up with the heart shape that we all know...the one we'll soon be buying chocolates in the shape of etc.? Obviously chocolate in the shape of the human heart would gross me out. Just wondering.
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